A nostalgic mid winter look back at the Sep tour de France

[Topbox]

Well, the Turkey trip was mixed so here we are on 21st December darkest winter and I thought a quick look back at my September trip might help some look forward to summer. Not as many motorways this time with some spectacular views. The targets on this trip was Col de l'Iseran, Col du Galibier, Col de La Bonnette, Gorge du Verdon and rounding off with Mont Ventoux. 9 days, approx 2200 miles. One day of rain on day 3, dry for the rest of the trip apart the last day when I rode through two really heavy thunder storms. Thumbs up to my new Rev it gear which kept me dry. This time I went on my 1000.

Wouldn't you fucking know it just like Turkey I had some bad luck which with hindsight could have been avoided. While on top of Mont Ventoux (which I think is French for windy mountain) I put my helmet on my seat while I took some photos. Then I heard that sound you hope isn't what you think it is but it was, the chuffing wind had blown my helmet of my seat and it started rolling down the mountain. Now, when your body has OD'd on arthritis I though there's no way I'm going to run after that and catch it and in any event the keys were in the bike an the sat nav clipped in, I could just see me chase the helmet and lose it, then see someone ride off with me bike just to put the tin hat on it. The final picture is how far it rolled down the mountain, all the way to the road in the middle of the picture. A cyclist had seen it and stopped to catch it, thank God otherwise it would still be rolling to the Med. Thanks to an Italian biker who rode down to get it for me, it was quite chipped but got me home. The helmet cam is still on Mont Ventoux somewhere. I can only hope I get better luck on my 2026 trips, I've got Naples pencilled

 

[Topbox]

Well, the Turkey trip was mixed so here we are on 21st December darkest winter and I thought a quick look back at my September trip might help some look forward to summer. Not as many motorways this time with some spectacular views. The targets on this trip was Col de l'Iseran, Col du Galibier, Col de La Bonnette, Gorge du Verdon and rounding off with Mont Ventoux. 9 days, approx 2200 miles. One day of rain on day 3, dry for the rest of the trip apart the last day when I rode through two really heavy thunder storms. Thumbs up to my new Rev it gear which kept me dry. This time I went on my 1000. Wouldn't you fucking know it just like Turkey I had some bad luck which with hindsight could have been avoided. While on top of Mont Ventoux (which I think is French for windy mountain) I put my helmet on my seat while I took some photos. Then I heard that sound you hope isn't what you think it is but it was, the chuffing wind had blown my helmet of my seat and it started rolling down the mountain. Now, when your body has OD'd on arthritis I though there's no way I'm going to run after that and catch it and in any event the keys were in the bike an the sat nav clipped in, I could just see me chase the helmet and lose it, then see someone ride off with me bike just to put the tin hat on it. The final picture is how far it rolled down the mountain, all the way to the road in the middle of the picture. A cyclist had seen it and stopped to catch it, thank God otherwise it would still be rolling to the Med. Thanks to an Italian biker who rode down to get it for me, it was quite chipped but got me home. The helmet cam is still on Mont Ventoux somewhere. I can only hope I get better luck on my 2026 trips, I've got Naples pencilled

 

[Chizel - Founding Father]

Well, the Turkey trip was mixed so here we are on 21st December darkest winter and I thought a quick look back at my September trip might help some look forward to summer. Not as many motorways this time with some spectacular views. The targets on this trip was Col de l'Iseran, Col du Galibier, Col de La Bonnette, Gorge du Verdon and rounding off with Mont Ventoux. 9 days, approx 2200 miles. One day of rain on day 3, dry for the rest of the trip apart the last day when I rode through two really heavy thunder storms. Thumbs up to my new Rev it gear which kept me dry. This time I went on my 1000. Wouldn't you fucking know it just like Turkey I had some bad luck which with hindsight could have been avoided. While on top of Mont Ventoux (which I think is French for windy mountain) I put my helmet on my seat while I took some photos. Then I heard that sound you hope isn't what you think it is but it was, the chuffing wind had blown my helmet of my seat and it started rolling down the mountain. Now, when your body has OD'd on arthritis I though there's no way I'm going to run after that and catch it and in any event the keys were in the bike an the sat nav clipped in, I could just see me chase the helmet and lose it, then see someone ride off with me bike just to put the tin hat on it. The final picture is how far it rolled down the mountain, all the way to the road in the middle of the picture. A cyclist had seen it and stopped to catch it, thank God otherwise it would still be rolling to the Med. Thanks to an Italian biker who rode down to get it for me, it was quite chipped but got me home. The helmet cam is still on Mont Ventoux somewhere. I can only hope I get better luck on my 2026 trips, I've got Naples pencilled

Not to rub salt in but never put ya lid somewhere it an fall from.. I see it all the time. The best was at a café out near Silverstone, we were heading to the df bbq at Jens place. Anyhu we were a bunch of 4 or 5 ducati. A bloke rolled in on his spanking pani r. As he walked past we said hi and he just looked at us like something he'd stepped in.
15 mins later he walks out and decides to push his bike 10 feet for no apparent reason.
His spanking £1000 lid was perched on the seat, either he'd forgot or just didn't think it would fall. It did.
We tried to yell out and warn him but he was to cool for school and ignored us..

 

[Chizel - Founding Father]

Sorry, great pics and write up mate...

 

[The skitz]

Not to rub salt in but never put ya lid somewhere it an fall from.. I see it all the time. The best was at a café out near Silverstone, we were heading to the df bbq at Jens place. Anyhu we were a bunch of 4 or 5 ducati. A bloke rolled in on his spanking pani r. As he walked past we said hi and he just looked at us like something he'd stepped in.
15 mins later he walks out and decides to push his bike 10 feet for no apparent reason.
His spanking £1000 lid was perched on the seat, either he'd forgot or just didn't think it would fall. It did.
We tried to yell out and warn him but he was to cool for school and ignored us..

Got off the plane in bilbao to collect my bike from the depot ... Mrs Skitz first ever bike trip with me .. we never left the depot and she had already dropped the brand new Arai on its vent smashing one ..... it took everything in the therapists handbook to not go absolutely bat shit bonkers

 

[Dox]

Well, the Turkey trip was mixed so here we are on 21st December darkest winter and I thought a quick look back at my September trip might help some look forward to summer. Not as many motorways this time with some spectacular views. The targets on this trip was Col de l'Iseran, Col du Galibier, Col de La Bonnette, Gorge du Verdon and rounding off with Mont Ventoux. 9 days, approx 2200 miles. One day of rain on day 3, dry for the rest of the trip apart the last day when I rode through two really heavy thunder storms. Thumbs up to my new Rev it gear which kept me dry. This time I went on my 1000. Wouldn't you fucking know it just like Turkey I had some bad luck which with hindsight could have been avoided. While on top of Mont Ventoux (which I think is French for windy mountain) I put my helmet on my seat while I took some photos. Then I heard that sound you hope isn't what you think it is but it was, the chuffing wind had blown my helmet of my seat and it started rolling down the mountain. Now, when your body has OD'd on arthritis I though there's no way I'm going to run after that and catch it and in any event the keys were in the bike an the sat nav clipped in, I could just see me chase the helmet and lose it, then see someone ride off with me bike just to put the tin hat on it. The final picture is how far it rolled down the mountain, all the way to the road in the middle of the picture. A cyclist had seen it and stopped to catch it, thank God otherwise it would still be rolling to the Med. Thanks to an Italian biker who rode down to get it for me, it was quite chipped but got me home. The helmet cam is still on Mont Ventoux somewhere. I can only hope I get better luck on my 2026 trips, I've got Naples pencilled

Great pics TB.

Shame about your lid.

Naples - don't take anything that can't be replaced #thievingcunts